It was a well-known fact that the city had a high rate of cub kidnappings. Kids were snatched up in many different places by many different individuals; it was impossible to know what to look for. Many of them were kidnapped while visiting the mall - other cubren vanished inexplicably while at the park. Some were even taken directly from school; it seemed that there was at least one teacher who liked to keep kids after school for detention and then take them away when nobody was looking.

However, in spite of all these events, it was still unknown where all these cubs ended up. It seemed that the police could never find out where they were taken to. Many looked to the outside, assuming the kids were shipped out of the city to distant countries where they'd be harder to find. However, the truth was that the vast majority of them were being kept right under their noses.

A system of several underground locations around the city served as the final destination for most of the kidnapped cubs. It was unclear who exactly was managing all of these locations, but what was obvious was that there was more than one, and that their management strategy (that of not keeping all their eggs in one basket) was working. These hidden cub brothels each stored up to fifty kids of all different ages and genders. A customer could come to one of these brothels and pay to fuck any cute young boy or helpless little girl that they wished.

One such location was known simply as 'Location Omega'. It housed thirty-five kids - twenty girls and fifteen boys, all drugged up and conditioned to let adults fuck them as they pleased. They recieved not even a cent of the money their bodies earned, but they were kept healthy and suitably entertained by the brothel staff.

As one of the elusive managers of the installation, Ryan made it his business to visit Location Omega quite frequently. He kept the place full of little boys and girls and took care of all the networking. Most people only knew about Location Omega thanks to Ryan - he had a knack for sniffing out potential customers.

Of course, Ryan was not alone this time. This time, he brought his personal sex slave, Harley. He wanted the young girl to see what he was about, and what she could come to expect now that she was trapped in this sick, twisted world of cub-fucking and drugs.

Ryan brought her in naked on a leash - she wasn't allowed to stray far. Not that she wanted to, anyway. The smell alone was frigthening to Harley; she could smell kids her age being fucked and molested in the back rooms. Her ears twitched at the high-pitched moans of distant little girls and agonized whines of hidden little boys. Hearing her own screams and moans was jarring enough, but to hear the whimpering of other cubs suffering out of sight didn't give her much hope for the future.

She walked stiffly, with her tail between her legs and her fur puffed anxiously. With no other source of comfort to be had, Harley clung to Ryan, unwilling to stray very far from him. His scent reassured her, as strange as that fact was.

Ryan led the frightened, naked kitten deeper into the brothel. There were couches, mattresses, and tables here and there, and the air was hot with sex. She could hear the sound of flesh against underage flesh all around her - sick, awful words whispered into the ears of children who didn't know any better.

"Ryan," she whimpered. "I want to go home."

"You'll warm up to it," he chuckled. The wolf gave the young kitten a reassuring scratch behind the ears. "It's quieter in the back. You'll like it better there."

"O-okay..."

Onward they walked, past the majority of the private rooms. In the back was what the staff referred to as the 'VIP Room', which was separated from the rest of the brothel by a sturdy locked door. Ryan fished the key out of his pocket and inserted it into the door before pushing it open and beckoning Harley inside.

The VIP Room was much quieter than the rest of the brothel, and it was stocked with tables, chairs, and beverages. It was also nicely decorated with posters depicting cubs dressed in swimsuits, harem silks, and lingerie. There were four individuals in the room already - one was John, the sadistic, suit-wearing wolf. He was seated at one of the tables accompanied by his young puppy slave, Charlie, who had an agonized grimace on his little face as he sat naked on John's lap.

"John," called Ryan. "It's good to see you again, my friend." He led Harley over to the table, in spite of her hesitance.

The sinister canine chuckled and gave Charlie's ass a firm squeeze, causing the puppy to whimper pathetically. "I see you brought a new girl."

"Yeah. She had a rough day yesterday; I'm going easy on her today." Ryan took a seat at the booth and then beckoned for Harley to come seat herself in his lap. "Come up, sweetheart."

She looked down at the floor nervously. Her tail twitched back and forth between her legs as she slowly climbed onto Ryan's lap.

"Good kitty," murmured Ryan. He turns to look at Charlie, and a sadistic grin formed at the edges of his mouth. "How's the boy, John?"

"He's...fine!" grunted John as repositioned himself. The cub gasped, groaning with discomfort each time Ryan moved. "I'm up his ass right now so he's not really in any condition to chat, but...Say hi to Mr. Ryan, Charlie."

"H-hi, Ryan," squeaked the boy. His voice cracked ever so slightly, making it obvious how uncomfortable he was.

Ryan smirked at the sight of the poor puppy. Then, he turned his attention back to his own slave. "Harley, this is Mr. John, and his boy Charlie. Say hello."

"Hello, sir," replied Harley meekly. "Hello...C-Charlie..." She stared blankly at the boy. He looked to be the same age as her, with thick fur and a pair of dorky glasses on his nose. John had his paws on him, holding the puppy tight on his lap. Though she was afraid, Harley couldn't quite contain her curiosity. She ducked under the table to get a look at what was going on underneath, and her jaw dropped when she realized what was happening to poor Charlie. John had his knotted dick buried all the way inside of Charlie's butt - every inch of it, from bulbous knot to tapered tip. The little boy moaned loudly, panting heavily as his rectum stretched, struggling to accomodate John's cock. Harley felt sick watching the abuse unfold before her eyes. And yet...something about it sent a thrill through her body. It felt wrong, but she couldn't tear her eyes away.

"Mmm, Harley," said Ryan, noticing her reaction. "It's okay, Mr. John isn't hurting Charlie. At least, not that much." Ryan pulled Harley back into his arms and gave her a gentle rub behind her ears.

"Oh, uhm...okay..." stammered Harley. She suspected that Ryan was lying, but she didn't want to argue with him.

"She's cute," snickered John. "Where'd you pick her up at?"

"School," answered Ryan curtly. He laid his paws on the girl's naked waist and slowly began to feel her up, sliding them from up to her young, underdeveloped breasts and fondling them gently. "Isn't that right, sweetheart? Do you remember that?"

"Y-yes, sir," whispered Harley. She looked anxiously away. "You kidnapped me from school..."

"What grade are you in, sweetheart?" inquired John. He pushed his dick up into Charlie's ass, and the boy whimpered, his tongue rolling out of his maw as the thick muscle pushed against his young prostate.

"Fifth," mewled Harley. She glanced around nervously, like she wasn't supposed to tell him that.

"Charlie here's a...actually, I don't know." John chuckled and gave the cub's ass a squeeze. " What grade are you in, Charlie?"

The cub moaned, gasping under his breath as John's cock continued to grind against his sensitive little prostate. "S-sixth," he breathed. "I-I...mmmmmgh..."

"You look a little young to be a sixth grader," remarked Ryan.

"I-I skipped...a grade..." the kid answered.

"Ah, so you're a smart boy," concluded Ryan.

"More like a nerd," chided John. "Spread your legs, you little nerd."

Hesitantly, Charlie complied, spreading his legs and revealing his twitching hard-on to Ryan. Reaching over the table, the wolf grabbed the kid's penis and squeezed gently, stroking it slowly in his fingers. "Kid's got a nice dick," he commented. "Harley, do you wanna see it?"

"Uh..." gasped Harley, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable in her situation. Her face flushed red as she looked up at the two older men, and the cub they were freely molesting.

"Go ahead, honey," urged John. "He's not gonna stop you."

Reluctantly, Harley reached over and took hold of Charlie's penis. It was small - much smaller than the adult penises she had grown accustomed to - but it was rock hard and twitching with excitement. In spite of Charlie's whimpering protests, the boy's cock told a different story: it was fairly obvious that Charlie actually enjoyed being treated this way. As her fingers made contact with his penis, he drew a sharp, ecstatic breath. The puppy shivered beneath her paw, but refused to speak. His eyes stared straight forward, wide open, unblinking.

Ryan pulled a stogie from his pocket and lit it, chuckling darkly as he watched the girl fondle Charlie's little underage dick. "Go on, Harley. You're doing great."

Harley's fingers moved faster now, squeezing Charlie's knot in her fingers, stroking it softly as she leaned closer. The boy groaned, and as his gaze shifted, the two made eye contact for the first time.

"H-Hi..." whispered Charlie. He flinched as John's cock twitched inside of him, pressing against his prostate once again. He was embarassed to be exposed like this - especially in front of a girl. 

Harley stared deep into the boy's pupils, beholding him silently as her paw curled around his cock. "Hey," she said, finally breaking the silence. She was leaning over the table, laid over the top of it just to get close enough to touch Charlie's dick - and touch it she did, fondling the member gently in her soft paws and watching curiously to see Charlie's reaction. 

"I like your privates..."

Charlie's face flushed a deep, hot shade of red. Her words shocked him, and he wasn't really sure how to respond. All he could do was whine, panting as she touched him.

"Th-thank you..." he eventually stammered.

"Aw, that's cute." Ryan smiled and blew a puff of smoke into the children's faces, sending them both into a brief coughing fit and ruining their short moment of solidarity. When the smoke cleared, Harley was seated back in the lap of Ryan, who had busied himself with the task of removing his pants. The kitten glanced down, watching blankly as Ryan's thick erection slid free of its confines. She knew what he was doing to do to her, and she didn't want to aknowledge the thrill it sent up her spine. It had been a while since she'd had a penis inside of her. So, it didn't take much convincing to get Harley to lift her rear end enough to have her sit down on Ryan's cock. It slipped into her little underage cunny, pushing her labia open and stretching her out on its way in. Once she was fully seated, Harley took a deep breath, and an additional moment to adjust to the size of Ryan's cock. He wasn't massive, but he was certainly big enough that she could feel him inside of her. She felt full and stretched out, and the sensation made her moan, tilting her head back and unknowingly giving Ryan full access to her sensitive little neck. His tongue traced its way up her jugular vein, and the kitty shivered with excitement. Charlie looked on, staring wide-eyed at the girl as she accepted Ryan into her body like it was nothing. He wished that it was as easy for him.

Ryan held Harley firmly in place atop his shaft, letting her sit squarely on his lap. There was no rush - he was content to just be inside of her for a moment, enjoying the sweet smell and unique softness of her underage body. "Good girl, Harley. Fuck, you're warm inside. You feel that, sweetheart?"

"Mmhm..." she breathed, her voice muffled against Ryan's chest.

"She looks good doing that," remarked John. He pushed his hips upward, forcing a sudden thrust into Charlie's body just to make him yelp. "How's her pussy?"

"Young. What do you think? You and I both have had plenty of cub pussy in our lives." The wolf's face widened into a grin, and he put out his cigar in order to get both paws onto Harley's hips. "She's not like other kids, though. Watch what she does when I hit her cervix."

One sharp, directed thrust forced Ryan's cock against the young kitten's cervix. The collision shook her whole body, and her jaw dropped, releasing a moan from deep in her throat. "R-Ryan...T-that's really deep..." she mewled, her eyes rolling back in her head and her body buckling forward. Her cunt spasmed around Ryan's cock, milking him needily. "I-I can't..."

The wolf smirked knowingly. "Good kitty...does that feel good?"

Harley nodded gently. "Y-Yeah..."

John chuckled deviously from across the table. "Oh, she's just a treat, isn't she?"

"That's right. And she's been broken in pretty well," commented Ryan. "I let like fifteen guys have her the night I got her."

The wolf grinned maliciously. "Please tell me you were recording."

"Oh please," huffed Ryan. "Why look at a recording when you've got the real thing right here? I'll let you have a turn with her if you give Charlie to me for a minute."

Harley and Charlie both looked at eachother, eyes wide with sudden fear. 

"Sounds like a deal to me. Hand me your kid, Ryan."

Before they could even react, the cubs were being moved. Ryan pulled Harley off his cock, and John pulled Charlie off his own, swollen knots receding from the bodies of both children with a loud pop. The kids dangled helplessly in their master's arms as they were traded like baseball cards. Ryan now had Charlie, and John now had Harley.

Harley looked up at John nervously. She didn't trust him at all - not like she trusted Ryan. What was this wolf going to do with her? She saw what John did to Charlie - was he going to do the same to her? But before she could say anything, John lowered her onto his cock, and she gasped fearfully as the wolf's thick red member parted her cunny and pushed its way inside.

Meanwhile, Charlie was seated anxiously in Ryan's lap. His asshole gaped from John's abuse, and so it wasn't hard for Ryan to slip his member into the boy's aching butt. Charlie let out an agonized groan as his rectum was stuffed again. It didn't hurt that much anymore, but it was certainly intense, and he wished that he'd been given more time to recover from John's abuse. 

After a few minutes of sitting in Ryan's lap, though, Charlie began to relax. He leaned back into Ryan's chest, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. He'd never felt more relieved in his entire life. He hadn't realized how tense he had gotten until someone else held him. This feeling was new, unfamiliar and yet strangely comforting. He felt...safe...when he was with Ryan.

"Hey there little lady," said John softly as he stroked Harley's hair. "You feel that cock inside you, sweetheart?"

"Mmhm..." mumbled Harley, nodding silently.

"It was inside of Charlie's butt just a second ago," sneered John. "Now you get to feel how he felt."

Harley blushed hotly as she took another deep breath. "Wh-where did you get Charlie from?" she inquired quietly.

John laughed lightly. "I ordered him online and then took him into my room and fucked his little butt until he stopped resisting."

Harley's cheeks flushed red at the mention of anal penetration. She couldn't even begin to imagine what it felt like - she'd never been fucked anally before - but when she looked across the table and saw Ryan grinding his cock deep into Charlie's rectum, she couldn't help but wonder about it. She wasn't brave enough to try it, but she was brave enough to ask about it.

"Why do you put your privates in Charlie's butt?" she asked timidly.

"Because it feels good," grunted John. He grinned and gave the girl a deep thrust, pushing his dick up towards her g-spot. "Just like your little underage cunny feels good."

Harley shuddered, unable to hide her embarrassment. She tried to ignore the pain shooting through her lower half, but she still winced every time John plunged himself deeper inside of her. However, it didn't take long for the pain to be replaced with pleasure. Her pussy started to throb with arousal as John fucked her harder and faster.

She glanced over at Charlie and smiled sadly. He seemed happy enough. He lay in Ryan's arms, moaning and panting happily as Ryan pumped his cock slowly within his poor, sore ass. Harley watched intently, for reasons she didn't understand.

Ryan's cock was wet and glistening as it slid back and forth through Charlie's puckered hole. His balls bounced against the younger cub's thighs and ass, each smack making Harley squirm slightly.

The thick, hot musk of sex wafted around the room. It clung to skin and cloth, and the smell was overwhelmingly male. Harley was the only girl in the room, but it made her feel kind of special, in a sick, twisted sort of way. At least she wasn't being beaten or gangbanged; John was rough, but she was used to it by now.

She found herself transfixed by the sight of Charlie getting his ass fucked. Every time Ryan's cock pumped into the young boy's body, it made her face hot. It didn't help that John was pounding away at her at the same time, offering her not even a moment of reprieve. Her cunny was warm and wet, and the sensation of John's dick pressing against her g-spot was already overwhelming. When he picked her up and bent her over the table, Harley had no energy to resist him, and so she laid over the surface of the furniture, her face mere inches away from Charlie's naked body.

She could see his cute, flat chest rising and falling as he breathed deeply. A trickle of precum leaked down the puppy's shaft and onto his balls, leaving a clear trail of moisture on his fuzzy little body. As Ryan slammed himself into him, Charlie cried out and arched his back. The sound of flesh slapping together echoed throughout the room, causing Harley's ears to twitch. She bit her lip, trying desperately to hold back her own moans. She didn't even understand what she was getting so excited about - just that she was enjoying herself, against her every expectation. As embarassing as it was - as much as it hurt - as much as she missed her family - she wanted John to push his cock as far inside of her as he could get it. So, she arched her back, spreading her legs wide for the sinister canine.

Her breath hitched and her heart skipped a beat as she felt his tip press violently against her cervix. The wolf started pounding her even faster than before. Harley gasped as her inner walls clenched and squeezed, begging for more abuse. She couldn't control the sounds escaping her mouth - all the shrill, breathy moans and desperate mewls she let out as she was fucked by a canine that was decades older than herself. She knew it was wrong - that it was profoundly immoral - but she couldn't fight it any longer. She did the only thing a little girl could when in her position - she cried and moaned, high-pitched and hoarse with the effort of screaming. It felt so good inside her and she didn't know why. She was afraid, but that fear meant nothing to her. When she looked up at Charlie and saw Ryan bend him over the table and fuck him doggystyle, the only thing that mattered was the throbbing, intense warmth rising in her cunny and pulsing all throughout her crotch.

How truly gorgeous was the boy in front of her, moaning hopelessly as Ryan stretched out his little underage butt. She shifted closer to Charlie and grabbed him by the paws, in spite of John's incessant pounding, and gave the cub a deep, tender kiss. The boy turned his head towards her and kissed her back passionately, his tongue pushing into her mouth and exploring it. Ryan's hips thrusted harder against Charlie's ass, sending ripples through the cub's little body, and John's thick shaft slid deeper into Harley's wet cunt.

"Mm... Haaaah...!" Harley moaned loudly. She stared at Ryan, who was standing behind Charlie with his paws firmly gripping the boy's asscheeks. Every time Ryan thrusted against Charlie, the puppy surged forward, and his maw pressed harder against her lips. Harley accepted Charlie's tongue deep into her mouth, moaning into his muzzle as she felt John pounding at her cervix like she was a sex toy. Her whole body was on fire; every inch of her soft skin wanted to be touched and held. The sensations were overwhelming. Her pussy clenched around John's cock, and the wolf groaned deeply.

Charlie gripped Harley's paws as tight as he could. He didn't want to let go - not now, not ever. He felt so sick and fucked up in the head for feeling the way he did, but the fact was that he didn't want to go home to his mommy anymore. Not at the moment. The sounds Harley made when John violated her were utterly intoxicating, and the way Ryan's cock felt deep in his butt was something he couldn't even begin to describe - not at his age. His eyes rolled upward and he arched his back submissively. This was what he wanted, as strange and frightening as it was.

Unfortunately, it was over long before he wanted it to be. Charlie's asshole trembled as Ryan pulled his cock out of the his body, knot withdrawing from within with a sick pop. John did the same, pulling his member out of Harley's body and leaving her sore, naked, and dripping wet on the table. They stared deep into eachother's eyes, panting desperately and aching with twisted desire, their minds so corrupted by forbidden pleasure that they no longer thought of escaping or going back home.

"They're cute together, aren't they?"

"Heh, yeah. That's adorable." John smiled again, grinning from ear to ear as he suddenly got a bright idea. "Do you wanna make them fuck?"

Charlie's heart skipped a beat at the sound of those words. To say nothing of Harley, whose face flushed with excitement at the mere mention of such a thing.

Ryan chuckled deeply and nodded.

"John, you are just full of good ideas."